A final Creepy Love Poem.

A fond farewell to these at last…

This was the first…

Then this one…

This the third

You’re the sun on my face

You’re the wind in my sails

My everything and my all

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Im the breath on your windows

The rustling in your bush

Want to cut you open, climb inside

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Breathing deep I inhale you, musty and wet

Hunched over your laundry basket

I squirm as my heart leaps inside

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Carve you’re name into my desperate flesh

Your name drips from my lonely lips

I want to wear you , my corpse bride

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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